Wherof that lust of love is wonne.
Forthi spek forth, as ye begonne,
Of Avarice upon mi schrifte.
Confessor.
Mi Sone, I schal the branches schifte
Be ordre so as thei ben set,
On whom no good is wel beset. 4670
[Parsimony.]
vi. Pro verbis verba, munus pro munere reddi
Convenit, vt pondus equa statera gerat.